MakinIT
04-01-2005, 05:23 PM
You know....I haven't checked in on the boards for a while. I feel bad but that 's generally cause I have to chase kids off my laptop (we have computers but mine is the important one for everyone else) and when I have it, I fall asleep. But I have to write tonight. (geez..its been so long I forgot exactly what my screen name was, as far as spelling goes.)
Ok..so like last weekI had an appointment on Tuesday (the 22nd) and the bus ride out ther was horrible. My lower back was loudly complaining until I got to my pysch's office. I had my visit...went home just as miserably, stood in the freezing cold waiting for the Vancounver bus to get me (Yes, door to door but they can't gaurneee times) That night, my daughter, my daughter's choir's concert. half way through, My bladder got hit with an axe through my midsection and my limbs went in 4 diferent directions IE: askew and spread eagle. And I jumped. Right durning the middle of a beautiful latin piece.I tried to go the bathroom but couldn't and I paced, paced, paced.....got home and grabbed my valium, shaking, percocet (on top of the reg. drugs like Topamax, zonagran, morphine, atarax, hydroxizine...) I still couldn't sleep, I hurt so much. I had to cath. I dove for he bed and heat. But pretty much thrashed all night. Next morning, as I staggered around in a daze of pain and confusion, I realised I had lost the black pearl off my ring. I have a gaurentee for lifetime but I don't think I've brought it in as often as needed to replace the pearl. this ring means more to me than my wedding ring as hegave it to me when I first got IC when I was incredibly insecure about where I now fit in life. I was bawling, as well as being in extreme pain.
Called my pysch, left him a message, just to let him know on his message what my frustrations were, from a direct point. (I had tried to explain but couldn't until then) Got a hold of my urologist. She told me to stop listening to the quote "jerks who were making my life miserable by making me feel guilty and take my damn valium...at least until this horrible flare was over" (in the course of 5 days I cathed myself 6 times, my husband actually had to help once b/c I was shaking so hard in pain.) Then I called my chiro and he actually drove over on Saturday, picked me up and took me to his office andand gave me a full treatment including a pelvic treatment that was new, and turned me over and did an odd energy treatment with me that truly worked well. :bow: However, I have been in moderate painsville eversince. My GP wants me to have some surgery to remover adhesionsbut I can't take any more surgeries. He did refill my breakthrough meds, and ofcourse, my reg morphine. My psych did a very, very awesome hypnosis to quiet my annxiety and get me ove the fear of my husband's blow ups. (yes...my husband has been getting under my skin lately about money.....gives me his checkbook 3 weeks ago to buy groceries (which Ido, when I feel ok) and is surprised yesterday when he looks and sees I've spent 370 bucks on 5 people.)
Ok..so like last weekI had an appointment on Tuesday (the 22nd) and the bus ride out ther was horrible. My lower back was loudly complaining until I got to my pysch's office. I had my visit...went home just as miserably, stood in the freezing cold waiting for the Vancounver bus to get me (Yes, door to door but they can't gaurneee times) That night, my daughter, my daughter's choir's concert. half way through, My bladder got hit with an axe through my midsection and my limbs went in 4 diferent directions IE: askew and spread eagle. And I jumped. Right durning the middle of a beautiful latin piece.I tried to go the bathroom but couldn't and I paced, paced, paced.....got home and grabbed my valium, shaking, percocet (on top of the reg. drugs like Topamax, zonagran, morphine, atarax, hydroxizine...) I still couldn't sleep, I hurt so much. I had to cath. I dove for he bed and heat. But pretty much thrashed all night. Next morning, as I staggered around in a daze of pain and confusion, I realised I had lost the black pearl off my ring. I have a gaurentee for lifetime but I don't think I've brought it in as often as needed to replace the pearl. this ring means more to me than my wedding ring as hegave it to me when I first got IC when I was incredibly insecure about where I now fit in life. I was bawling, as well as being in extreme pain.
Called my pysch, left him a message, just to let him know on his message what my frustrations were, from a direct point. (I had tried to explain but couldn't until then) Got a hold of my urologist. She told me to stop listening to the quote "jerks who were making my life miserable by making me feel guilty and take my damn valium...at least until this horrible flare was over" (in the course of 5 days I cathed myself 6 times, my husband actually had to help once b/c I was shaking so hard in pain.) Then I called my chiro and he actually drove over on Saturday, picked me up and took me to his office andand gave me a full treatment including a pelvic treatment that was new, and turned me over and did an odd energy treatment with me that truly worked well. :bow: However, I have been in moderate painsville eversince. My GP wants me to have some surgery to remover adhesionsbut I can't take any more surgeries. He did refill my breakthrough meds, and ofcourse, my reg morphine. My psych did a very, very awesome hypnosis to quiet my annxiety and get me ove the fear of my husband's blow ups. (yes...my husband has been getting under my skin lately about money.....gives me his checkbook 3 weeks ago to buy groceries (which Ido, when I feel ok) and is surprised yesterday when he looks and sees I've spent 370 bucks on 5 people.)